Faster We Burn

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    “I’m not going to fuck you, sweetheart.”
    “I know. I don’t want you to. I just want this. You and me with no space between us.”
    “No space.”
    He slid his tongue into my mouth and we tasted each other as our hands got to work removing our shirts. I went to take my glasses off, but he stopped me.
    “Leave them on. They’re sexy.”
    I smiled as we backed our way to my bed. I expected him to toss all the pillows off, but he picked me up and lay me back on them. My sports bra was absolutely hideous, but he didn’t seem to care, and it was gone soon enough, thanks to his nimble fingers. Unlike all the times before when we’d been naked and together, this time I wanted him to kiss me, to know me, and I wanted to know him.
    My hands gripped his arms and I kissed the ink on his tattoos, kissed his nipples and his hard stomach that quivered under my touch. Good. I wasn’t the only one that nearly lost their mind. Stryker was slow, which was agonizing. He left no inch of my skin untouched by his lips and fingers and I still had my shorts on.
    I was a quivering mess already and he’d barely made it down my neck. His lips painted my body with kisses, just kisses, but those were enough. I was burning for him and with him and under him.
    And then he took one of my nipples into his mouth and I moaned. He was making this all about me, and that wasn’t exactly fair, but I wasn’t really in a position to stop him. All I could do was hold on and wait my turn.
    Then he went down my stomach and pulled my shorts down, just a little and kissed the line of my underwear band and then backed off and went for my lips again before doing the same thing, tugging them down just a little more.
    “For fuck’s sake,” I said as he moved his way back up to my lips.
    “Patience, sweetheart. I’m going to make this last.”
    Fuck patience.
    I went for his belt before he could stop me, getting it undone and slipping my fingers under the elastic of his boxers. Ha. Two could play that game.
    I watched his face with satisfaction as his eyes closed and he bit the corner of his lip like he did when he drew.
    “Nope,” he said, grabbing my hands and putting them over my head. I was about to protest, but he held my hands with one of his and pulled my shorts off with the other. I didn’t put up much of a fight as they went down my hips, my knees and to my feet. I kicked them off.
    “Behave,” he said, kissing me again, biting my bottom lip and sliding his fingers around my underwear and caressing me. I moaned again as he worked his fingers and his lips. Touching, pulling back, and then touching again.
    It was driving me insane, and I was completely helpless. I tried to push myself closer to his mouth, to his hand. I wanted him closer, but he kept pulling back a little.
    “Patience,” he said as he pushed one finger inside me, removing it so slow I wanted to grab his hand and take charge. He did it again, and then added another finger, driving me to the edge and back again.
    “Not yet,” he said, nipping my lip again. Like I had some sort of control over what was happening to me. He plunged his fingers into me again, this time harder. Words had deserted me. All I had left was incoherence.
    He pulled his fingers away, as if he knew how close I was.
    “Stryker!” I was hot and throbbing and frustrated.
    “Patience.” He finally removed my underwear and his mouth took the place his fingers had vacated. He spread my hips wide to get better access as he started the slow build again. My brain nearly exploded when he moved his mouth back and forth, his lip ring rubbing against me.
    It was the roller coaster all over again, but he wouldn’t let me go over the edge. He pulled back just in time. My body shook with the need for release, and I was afraid it was going to kill me when he finally took my hands and let me help him remove his pants and boxers.
    “Finally,” I said as he grabbed a condom from the drawer in my desk. I was wet and ready and I grabbed his dick, but he pushed my hands away.
    “Plenty of time for that.” I almost screamed at him, but it turned into a moan when he put his fingers inside me again.
    This time he took me to the edge and let me fall and I broke around his fingers.
    “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me,” he said as his lips ravaged me further.
    I couldn’t help but comply as it went on and on, tearing me apart and putting me together and tearing me apart again. Just when I thought